Our community gathers at a home every Friday night. People arrive on motorcycles and those in cars inch their way through alleys, avoiding ditches and piles of trash and roaming pigs, dogs, and chickens. Each person that enters shakes the hand of every other person and then we sit, sometimes on chairs, sometimes on mats on the floor. The women are generally over here, the men generally over there, kids walking in and out and mostly unaccounted for during most of the meeting.